Man with No Name
He wears all he can and carries the rest
of his belongings in a back pack
as he walks up a steep hill.
A flurry of snow swirls around him
as cars pass without notice.
He stops for supper at a rescue mission
where someone who doesn’t know him preaches.
He sits by himself and eats without a word
before fading into the night.
He lies on the ground beneath a bridge
where a campfire burns.
Copyright © Mike Bayles